The Leathery Man-Witch and the Hoary Old Yeti
Vince has an age crisis. Howard offers some words of comfort. He also makes paella.
Continue readinghe slashes one way… he slashes the other…
Vince has an age crisis. Howard offers some words of comfort. He also makes paella.
Continue reading
Sometimes he has nightmares. Some nights. Most nights. I try to remember but it’s hard to forget when he’s like this. ONE-SHOT.
Continue reading
What goes on the roof stays on the roof. Howard never lets me finish my sentences. Once, just once, I really wish he would.
Continue reading
The good old days.
Continue reading
Noel wants a baby. Badly.
Continue reading
After their return from the tundra Vince teases Howard about saying that he loves him. Will Vince be able to quit the banter and say what he really feels?
Continue reading
It’s Naboo’s turn to be in need of rescue when The Hitcher gets hold of The Amulet again. Lots of Naboo-peril and angst, hurt/comfort, Bondage!Naboo, Victim!Naboo, smarmy innocent fun.
Continue reading
Vince wonders how he can make Howard see that this “I love you” is different.
Continue reading
Jazz clubs are not thrilling for Vince Noir.
Continue reading
The only true map of a thing is itself. Meanwhile, Noel ponders his and Julian’s existence in a way only he can.
Continue reading
Fed up with his increasing alienation from Howard, Vince decides to forcibly regress into his sunshiney days.
Continue reading
On Christmas Eve, in the absence of Vince and his Plan Pony, Howard fails miserably at constructing a gingerbread house. His sad lump of greyish dough brings the flaws of their friendship to floury light.
Continue reading